Last night I was reminded of the real meaning of home. A beautiful home in Toronto suddenly went up in flames yesterday. The elderly man who lives there tried to save his wife, who was not mobile enough to move on her own. She perished in the fire. He suffered terrible burns and is in hospital. The couple lived there for decades. Who cares what style of dining chairs they had or what colour the curtains were. This is a love story of a couple and their home with the most heroic and tragic of all endings. My heart aches for these total strangers. I encourage you to read their story here and then remember what's most important in your home. For Mike it was his wife, Violet.